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[DEVON R. COUTURE]

After dropping Cheyenne off at her dorm, Devon managed to find himself a black 2009 Corvette, get it home, take a shower and get dressed in his black tuxedo just in time to pick up Cheyenne and make the dinner reservation. Fixing his tie, he grabbed the keys to his newly purchased car, and walked out to the garage, slipping inside the immaculate Z06 Corvette, he smiled. Oh yeah, dream car. Black leather seats, loud engine, satellite radio; he loved it.

Pushing down on the clutch, he started the car, a smile crossing his face as it roared to life. But, he had five minutes to get to Cheyenne's and be on time. So, backing out of the driveway, he floored it all the way to her dorm, and parked, shutting the beast off and stepping out, making his way to her door.

Arriving at the correct one, he knocked, waiting on her to answer. He wasn't really sure what to expect; and not in a rude way. But was she gonna walk out in a dress, or something totally unexpected? The restaurant was extravagant, but so was Chey in her own way. Glancing to his watch on his right wrist, he sighed quietly, hoping she wasn't one of those girls who were late for everything.

"C'monn Cheyyy."

ooc; << sorry short

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

After Devon had dropped her off, she had managed to get inside her dorm without tripping or saying something ridiculous. Once inside, of course, everything changed. She tore to her room, and began digging through everything to find the dress she was after. Everything was black, and seemed to blend together, but eventually she found it hiding in the back of her closet.

With a little more effort than she had remembered it taking, she put on the form-fitting dress, discovering certain parts of her had grown since her brother's college graduation three years ago, namely her hips and chest. Great, she thought, now I have to worry about one more thing. Chey shoved said body parts into the dress as much as she could, but it was a lost cause, and it made her look much more promiscuous than she had planned.

It's already on. It's what I'm wearing.

She didn't have the patience to look for another dress, and she still had to find shoes. Why couldn't girls just wear tuxedos too? No, they had to get all dolled up like some sort of life-sized Barbies.

Cheyenne Kingsleigh looked like the world's strangest Barbie; her long legs were pale, but smooth, her proportions were much wilder than Mattel even dreamed about, and with her blue hair tucked up in a ponytail and bangs pulled back, she thought she looked more like a 'Betty-Spaghetti'.

She was about to call and cancel on Devon, or at least find some weed to calm her nerves, when a knock at the door told her it was much too late for either. Prompt, isn't he? She thought, before checking herself once more in the mirror. Here goes nothing...Grabbing her purse, she flung open the door, and found Devon standing there, looking spectacular, as always.

"Hey, sorry. I had a little trouble..." She trailed off with a downward glance. "We don't get out much,"


Outfit: (in case you forgot ;P): TADA!
Notes: LAZY ME. OOPS.

[DEVON R. COUTURE]

The door flinging open took Devon by surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. Though, he couldn't stop his eyes from widening at the sight of Chey. She was gorgeous. Hearing her say she didn't get out much, he chuckled, a smile on his face. "Ah, well, I would've never known. You look stunning." He told her truthfully. She did look great. Damn this girl for being gay. Maybe that'd change..

After a moment, he finally looked away and started towards the Corvette, and opened the passenger side door to the car, and smiled charmingly. "Your ride, madame Kingsleigh..."


ooc: dude sorry it's so short O.o

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Cute, she thought as he held open the car door. Very cute.

She glanced at him, and looked into his eyes with a sly smile as she slid into the car, trying not to spread her legs too far apart. The dress was short, not too short, but it definitely rode that line. Black leather, was the first thing she noticed. The second was the sleek frame, it was the kind of car that screamed 'DRIVE ME. DRIVE ME, FAST!', and for a half second, she considered sliding into the driver's seat and taking it for a spin. But that would be rude, and probably end badly. Devon wouldn't like his shiny car smashed into the rear end of a Tahoe, and she didn't really want to be in jail for driving without a license. From what she'd seen of them, the Vegas cops had no sympathy for girls with blue hair.

So she sat like a good girl in her seat, seat belt on, loosely, and a distant grin on her lips. If anything should arise, and she needed to drive the vehicle, Cheyenne was all for it. Just ten minutes, that's all she needed..

NOTES: Awww yeah. Short posts ftw :3

[DEVON R. COUTURE]

After the blue-haired wonder got in his newest pride 'n' joy, he walked around to the drivers side and slid in, looking over to Chey as he started the car. "You can drive it later, if you want." He offered with a nonchalant shrug. Shifting the car into reverse, he backed out and put it into first, heading out towards the Las Vegas strip where the restaurant was. The look on her face though just screamed she wanted to drive. What would it hurt, he thought.

Long as she knew how to drive a stick, that's all that really mattered to him.



It wasn't long before they arrived at the restaurant. Thankfully the roads weren't packed, and it was easy to maneuver around. Pulling in front of the hotel, he got out and opened her door, kinda thankful Vegas had so much valet parking. Otherwise, this place would be more of a hell hole than it already was. After Chey got out, he closed the door and handed the keys to the young valet driver, who seemed more than eager to jump in the car and drive off.

"Ready?"

ooc; i think devon is making this a date, but just not telling her. LOL because maybe she'd freak out.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Cheyenne coughed as she tried to smother her laughter. He wouldn't actually...would he?

"Are you serious?" She asked, her voice rising with excitement and her grin broadening, flashing her white teeth. "You'd let me drive this thing?" A quick promise to herself was made to try not to wreck the car if she was given the chance to drive it. If Devon was willing to turn over his gorgeous car to her, she wouldn't push her luck.

Getting out of the car wasn't as easy as getting in, though she managed without pulling a 'Brittney' as it was called. The price of looking good was one she was willing to pay. For once, she felt good about herself, not just some chick in boys clothing, macking on other girls. No, now she was a head turner, and she was with a very attractive man. A valet? Damn, this place was much nicer than Chey had expected. She tugged her hem down a bit, and looked over at Devon.

"As I'll ever be,"


NOTES: That's fiiiiine~ She luvvs him <3 But she's like, a lesbian, or whatever, so that gets in the way. (sorry this is like choppy~)

[DEVON R. COUTURE]

Judging by her response, maybe it was a bad idea to offer. But hell, whatever. "I am," He replied coolly, giving her an odd look for a moment. "it's just a car, Cheyenne. If you can drive stick, you can drive it back to your place." He said with a shrug. Nodding a thanks as the doors opened in front of them, leading her to the front, the girl looked up. "May I help you?" "Yes, reservation for Couture at seven,"

The chick glanced down, not seeming to be too happy to be there. "Right this way, mister and misses Couture," When she turned her back, he rolled his eyes, but put his hand on the small of Cheyenne's back, letting her walk in front of him. Chey did look fabulous, and with any luck, that dress wouldn't be on much longer after dinner. But, pushing it wasn't very gentlemen like.

ooc; xD she's so silly *___*

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Internally, Cheyenne was screaming and jumping. None of her friends let her near their cars anymore, since destruction seemed to follow her like a tornado. It wasn't her fault, entirely. Partial blame went to the traffic light, which was the shortest green light in the history of the universe.

"A Stick? No problem." She said, still grinning from ear to ear.

The woman at the front desk too pleased to see them, but Devon didn't seem to let it bother him, rolling his eyes at her, and guiding her to their table. The drab woman's words echoed through Chey's mind. Mister and missus Couture?

A pleasant shiver ran down her spine as his hand touched her back. Chey decided at that moment that if anything happened, anything at all, she would be fine with it. More than fine, in fact.

She would love it.

NOTES: JAH. Craaazzeee. But that's okay :3

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Internally, Cheyenne was screaming and jumping. None of her friends let her near their cars anymore, since destruction seemed to follow her like a tornado. It wasn't her fault, entirely. Partial blame went to the traffic light, which was the shortest green light in the history of the universe.

"A Stick? No problem." She said, still grinning from ear to ear.

The woman at the front desk too pleased to see them, but Devon didn't seem to let it bother him, rolling his eyes at her, and guiding her to their table. The drab woman's words echoed through Chey's mind. Mister and missus Couture?

A pleasant shiver ran down her spine as his hand touched her back. Chey decided at that moment that if anything happened, anything at all, she would be fine with it. More than fine, in fact.

She would love it.

NOTES: JAH. Craaazzeee. But that's okay :3

[DEVON R. COUTURE]

Once they got to their table, he pulled out a chair for her, nodding to the hostess, she walked off. Such a pleasant lady... Taking his own seat he smiled at Chey. Their table overlooked the famous Vegas water show. Which was awesome to watch. Picking up his menu, he glanced it over and set it down once the waiter arrived.

He introduced himself as Pierre, which made Devon smile on the inside, and asked for drink orders. "Sangria and a glass of water, please," Looking to Chey, he smiled, waiting for her to order. Once she did, the waiter walked off. "Know whatcha want? Le Filet de Bœuf Cuit à l’Américaine, Vin Rouge is good. Just depends on what you're interested in, have whatever you want."

ooc;; xD chey. lololol so cute. love herrrr

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

"Uh, water, thanks," She said quickly, before looking at the menu. Pure bewilderment was cast over her face as Devon spoke.

"If I knew what you just said, maybe I could tell you if I like it," She replied coyly. It was more French than she knew, the menu was basically all in the language, and she noticed a distinct lack of pricing when she scanned it. Cheyenne could tell people where the bathroom was, or what was in her backpack, but when it came to real things that actually mattered, she didn't have the slightest idea where to start. They don't teach you how to say 'Weird noodle crap with cheese and a side of bread sticks on the side' in French class.

She sighed in defeat and glanced up at Dev.

"How about you just order for me, so I don't embarrass us both trying to pronounce these things?"

NOTES: I <3 them. Just saying. Like even if this is crap, I love Chey & Dev with alllll my heart. Together, separate. ANYWHERE. I love them. /end fangirl rant.

[DEVON R. COUTURE]

Devon chuckled, a grin on his face. Aw, so cute. "It's Filet Mignon with red wine sauce," He explained, thinking how sassy that was of her to say. Bold, definitely bold. "Alright, well...soup, salad, caviar, steak, fish...?" He asked her, glancing over at the waiter as he brought their drinks. Asking for a few more moments, the waiter nodded and walked off to some other table.

Looking back to Chey, he took a drink of his Sangria. "Personally, the smoked salmon is amazing. Really though, anything here is great." Which was true, depending on your tastes, that is. If you liked fast food for the most part, the Eiffel Tower restaurant was probably not your style.

The waiter came back a few minutes later, and Devon looked at Cheyenne expectantly. Hm, maybe he should've picked somewhere more ... American.



ooc; dont you love restaurants without prices? always means it's ridiculously expensive. x_< but xDD awww im gladddd

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Cheyenne wouldn't admit to Devon, but she kept getting distracted by the view outside. The gorgeous waterworks that caught her eye made her loose her train of thought. Her attention span had always been the reason for many disgruntled family members at those god awful reunions. 'Look what I can do' and 'MOMMY, DADDY, OVER HERE!' were two of the most used phrases in her childhood, as well as 'oops' and 'I love you', which, with the aide of a sweet, innocent smile, all was mostly forgiven.

She forced her thoughts back to dinner.

Soup would end up on her dress, or she'd slurp it noisily, which was not attractive. Steak would be too tempting to chomp in huge bites, and she wasn't a huge salad fan. Fish? Yeah, that seemed like the logical answer.

"The smoked salmon it is then," She said, nodding to the waiter, resisting a 'frog's legs' joke. Maybe if she had been in the company of more, eh, loose people, but Cheyenne knew without a doubt that she was the most radical person in the room, so she was avoiding drawing even more attention to herself.

As if that was possible.

NOTES: I HATE THOSE PLACES. I always end up with like water and one little appetizer x3 or...I just don't go, since it's cheaper.

[DEVON R. COUTURE]

With a nod, Devon ordered the smoked salmon, and took another drink of his sangria, wondering what he was gonna have to do for work tonight. It seemed as if it never ended. Ever. Breaking his thoughts, he gazed over Chey, smiling. "So, Chey, would you come back here?" He asked. Assuming she wouldn't, he hoped for the opposite. She was enjoyable company, and pretty damn nice to look at.....besides that, she wasn't all over him. It was awesome.

"Tell me about yourself, what's your story?"


ooc; x_< so short. i feel so crappy about that. sorry

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

"Of course, it's gorgeous!" She said quickly, then, collecting herself, added, "I may have to brush up on my French, but everything is so sophisticated," She let her eyes wander past Devon, and around the restaurant. She'd never step foot in this place again, she was sure of it. What would be her reason to go? None of the trampy lesbians had any money, and if they did, chances were Chey didn't want any part of them. There was that tiny little detail of the whole 'Oh hey world, I'm not really gay', that she kept letting slip her mind, which was a good thing really. She was just trying to make it through dinner without drooling over Devon.

"My story?" Cheyenne sipped at her water, with a sly smile. "Nothing special, just a country bumpkin in a big city with a passion for tagging buildings and screaming at football games. Very, very small football games, but all in the name of fun, right?" She grinned. That logic had gotten her into a lot of tight spots, but all of them had been worth it. As long as it didn't hurt anyone, Chey thought it was fine to do whatever felt right. No harm, no foul. "What about you? You aren't like most of the Vegas guys I've met,"